Surprisingly, during the religious discussion with Sister Livia, Sontaya turned out to be very skilled. Not only did she speak the doctrines in a clear and logical manner, but she also knew the name, theocratic power and various legends of the Father of the Mountains by heart.
, and even seriously discussed with the nun the similarities and differences between the teachings of the True Spirit Sect and the Holy Spirit Return Sect.
Ringer always had an absurd feeling when he looked at this scene, as if he was not on the top of a desolate and remote snow mountain, but at the famous St. Margaret's Theological Seminary, watching a serious religious meeting. Although
One of them is just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old mountain girl.
The seminar lasted for nearly half an hour before it came to an end. Songtaya, who was still not satisfied, picked up the teacup on the side and poured a sip of refreshing cedar bitter tea into her mouth. She praised: "The teachings of your Zhenling Sect are still good.
It’s quite interesting…oh, it’s so painful!”
She wrinkled her little face, showing an expression of disgust.
This kind of tea, which has a special taste and is bitter with a hint of leaf sourness, is a traditional drink of the mountain tribes. It is said to have been passed down from the ancestors of the Shatoto people, using the needles of the big cedar tree and the leaves of the silver fern.
A variety of unique plants from the alpine snowfield area, such as small shrub leaves and snow-capped angelica leaves, are mixed with hot water and brewed. It has the effect of refreshing the mind and strengthening the body. During the boom period of Heidelbrosburg's tourism industry, it was once
As a local specialty, it is highly sought after and loved by tourists.
Because the people selling tea in Xiatuotuo at that time said that drinking this tea would bring blessings from the father of the mountains. The mountain people lived in such a harsh environment, but their physical fitness was better than that of people living on the ground.
The most obvious evidence. Those devout believers, poets, painters or playwrights who are willing to travel thousands of miles to the snow-capped mountains for pilgrimage all fall into this trap.
Of course, the scientific principle is just to use this tea to supplement certain trace elements that the mountain people cannot obtain due to the lack of fruits and vegetables due to living in high mountain snowfield areas for a long time.
Besides, people from Xiatuotuo spend all day climbing and wading in snowy mountains. Is it possible that their physical fitness is not good?
However, it is true that all mountain people have grown up drinking this kind of bitter cedar tea, and Songtaya is no exception. It's just that no matter how long she has passed, she can't adapt to this sour and bitter taste.
After hearing Songtaya's praise, Sister Livia also picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then asked without changing her expression: "So, do you think the teachings of our True Spirit Sect are closer to the original intention of the saint, or is it the return of the Holy Spirit?
The teachings of Pai are more in line with the needs of the times, Miss Sontaya?"
"Well, well..." When asked such a profound question, girl Xia Tuotuo felt a little overwhelmed. She scratched her cheek and thought for a long time before giving an uncertain answer: "Yes, it should be us.
Isn’t the Mountain Guard’s teaching better?”
Sister Livia was speechless for a moment, and had to remind this naughty guy: "The Mountain Guards are members of the Holy Spirit Return Sect, right?"
"It seems so? Hehehe." Songtaya scratched her head and giggled, acting cute and malicious: "Then the teachings of the Holy Spirit Return Sect are better! Because we Xiatuotou people were guided by the saints and were able to gain a foothold on the snow-capped mountains.
And life is getting better and better, and we almost even settled on the ground. It’s just that the hateful alliance of religious sects insisted on coming out to disturb us, and drove the Xia Tuo Tuo people back to the snowy mountains!"
Having said this, the girl clenched her fists and said angrily: "If the Saint comes back, he will not allow those guys to be arrogant! He will definitely lead us Xia Tuo Tuo people to counterattack the United Order and regain the good old days!
"
It's really...a very simple wish.
Sister Livia frowned slightly, like a gentle moonlight, and said softly: "But many people will die that way."
"In war, there are no undead people." Songtaya didn't care: "Even hunting will kill people: those who were bitten to death by the prey's death struggle and counterattack, those who lost their footing and fell into the valley during the chase, and even those who were killed by crazy rocks.
A sheep's horn can reach the top of a cliff...but if you don't hunt, you won't be able to eat enough! So, I have already made up my mind. In order to let more people have enough food, it doesn't matter if I die in battle!"
As she said that, she puffed up her small breasts, looking like she would give it to me.
Everyone couldn't help but fell into silence.
Although Sontaya's tone is a bit childish, there is no problem with the logic of this paragraph, and Sontaya has already used practical actions to prove that she is not talking nonsense: As the leader's descendant, an underage girl, she
Why do you have to become a hunter and go out hunting in the wind and snow every day when you can just stay in the tribe and enjoy the benefits?
This is not a responsibility that a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old girl should bear. Ringer believes that no matter how strict Chief Wilhelm is, he will not put such harsh demands on his daughter. Therefore, this decision can only come from Songta
Ya herself.
But--
"But," Sister Livia leaned forward slightly, her beautiful sea-blue eyes fixed on the girl, and asked word by word: "What if you didn't die because of fighting? Such a sacrifice will also make you
Feel honored?"
"Ah?" Songtaya didn't react for a while, and asked casually: "If it wasn't for fighting, then why would I sacrifice myself? I'm not a fool, and I won't fall off the cliff!"
This sentence once again caused everyone to fall into silence.
There are too many people in this world who have died without fighting. Some of them died heroically but meaninglessly, some died stupidly but are hard to hate, some died for their glorious dreams, and some died
For greedy desires... Human nature is a complicated thing, like the gray mud in the sewer, and the pure and innocent snowflakes on the mountain like Sontaya. You may never come into contact with it in your life, and it is impossible to understand it.
"Suntaya."
Sister Livia suddenly said: "You just said that you are willing to fight for your tribe, even if you sacrifice yourself, what about the gods?"
"God?" Songtaya tilted her head, blinked twice and replied: "Master Shanfu, you don't need me to sacrifice for him, right? He uses a little finger, such a small finger -
—”
She raised her little finger to everyone, as thin as a snowflake: "You can defeat many enemies. So Lord Shanfu will protect us, how can he let us sacrifice for Him?"
It seems that she has no idea about the power of the religious order union or even the witch association.
What's more, the idea of the coming of gods is originally based on the soul of believers. Without sacrifice, how can we see gods?
Sister Livia subconsciously pursed her lips, stretched out her hand to gently stroke the girl's soft black hair, and said softly: "That's good, Songtaya, remember what you said today, you can fight for your tribe, but never
Don't sacrifice for the gods. I think even the father of the mountains would not want to see that happen."
"Yes!" Although I don't know why she said this, the nun left a good impression on Sontaya, so she nodded and agreed without hesitation: "I will remember it!"
Next, everyone did not discuss this topic with the girl Xia Tuotuo. Instead, they talked about some insignificant things, which gradually made the silent atmosphere become active. Because the chat was so lively, Songtaya was not conscious at all.
As time passed, I looked up accidentally and found that the moon was far away on the edge of the mountains, at the same position as when the sun was setting. I realized something was wrong and hurriedly said goodbye: "Wow, it's all like this."
It’s too late, I have to go back to the tribe quickly! If dad finds out that I haven’t gone back yet, he will definitely scold me!”
She hurriedly put the tableware she had brought back into the bamboo basket and fixed it around her waist with a rope. However, she accidentally knocked off the dagger originally hanging on her belt. Saint Shalia couldn't help but look at her panic.
Shaking his head, he reminded: "Don't be too anxious, Songtaya. Be careful on the way back. Don't take shortcuts just because you're running out of time. Do you understand?"
"I know, I know, Sister Xiaoxia, you are more verbose than Granny Ayina."
Hearing this, Saint Xalia raised her brows, but before she could show off her power, Sontaya laughed, turned around and ran away, as if running away. In just a blink of an eye, she reached the edge of the top of the mountain and went down the mountain.
He walked along a small path, then stopped, turned around and waved goodbye to them.
A few people silently watched her leave the top of the mountain, her back gradually disappearing into the deep darkness of the night. The wind took away the girl's footsteps. The stars above her head gradually tilted, and the light was not as bright as at the beginning. In the second half of the night, many constellations appeared.
The shadow is gone.
Ringer looked away and asked Sister Livia: "So, is it really what I thought?"
"Yes." The nun nodded, with a rare solemn expression: "Although it is not very obvious, I can feel that Songtaya has accumulated a huge power of faith in her body, and it seems to be very mixed, not entirely her own.
.I am afraid that the Wusu tribe - or the Mountain Guards, through some special method, poured the power of the mountain people's faith into her soul, artificially creating this state."
Ringer thought thoughtfully: "Like the Holy Son of the True Spirit Sect?"
"It's not to that level yet." Sister Livia shook her head. Even when it came to her past, her tone did not change much: "The experiment of the Cursed King Kenos to create a counterfeit royal power was very sophisticated, so as a product of the experiment,
The Holy Son has absolute control over the power of faith in his body, which is why the Holy Sons of all ages have been able to transform into the form of Gabriel. The method of the mountain people is relatively crude. Their method is to transform the pine cone into the form of Gabriel.
The faith of Songtaya and Mountain Father was bound together, so that when the mountain people prayed to Mountain Father, the power of faith flowed into Songtaya's body through some channels. In other words, Songtaya was just a container used to accommodate those
It’s just the power of faith, but she herself can’t use the power of faith that doesn’t belong to her.”
Sister Livia paused for a moment and then said: "But the excessive power of faith accumulated in Songtaya still brought some changes to her. If we use secular religious terms, calling her the Son or the Saint is indeed
Nothing is impossible.”
Others immediately understood that this was probably the reason why Songtaya had mastered skilled hunting skills at a young age and was able to move freely in the snow-capped mountains. Her five senses and physical fitness were far superior to ordinary people - in a sense,
This girl is indeed protected by Father Shan, but this protection is artificially created.
"But what's the point of doing this?" St. Shalia wondered while stroking the lamb's hair: "The Holy Son created by the cursed King Kenos with the power of faith is not as good as the real one.
The Queen's Queen, but she has similar properties and amazing combat power; and Sontaya is just a container of the power of faith. If she can't use those powers herself, what's the point?"
"Normally, it doesn't make sense, but I thought of a possibility, that is, making Songtaya the core of the god-inviting ceremony." Livia Xiu's eyes were a little gloomy, as if she remembered some not-so-good past events:
"Just like Rochelle did."
Rochelle...a long-lost name made both Ringer and Saint Xalia feel in a trance.
What happened in Leisenburg is still vivid in my mind and unforgettable.
For any ritual involving magic, sacrifice, and sacrifice, the leader of the ritual is an indispensable core, and the ritual of inviting gods is no exception, and for the ritual of inviting gods, its core also plays an additional role.
That is, after successfully summoning the god of conception, the believer who is the core of the ritual will use his huge and pure power of faith to interfere with the god's thoughts and determine the kingdom of god he wants to shape.
At the beginning, Rochelle tried to defeat the Earth Witch Crimson Night Gate with the power of imagining gods, proving that the power of the witch association was not invincible. It was under the influence of this strong idea that the Great Lord Yuanyang would persevere to fight for the enemy.
The Scarlet Night Gate launched a challenge and refused to give up until the moment of defeat. Strong emotions triggered strong thoughts, and strong thoughts formed strong obsessions. This is the essence of conceiving gods.
"Furthermore, there is another benefit to having a pure container like Songtaya become the core of the ceremony." Sister Livia said carefully: "You should all know that in the ceremony of inviting gods, believers who offer prayers to the gods will eventually
They will let their souls merge into the newly born conceived gods and become part of Him. In a sense, this is actually equivalent to death. Every time the conceived gods come, the number of believers who sacrifice for it ranges from hundreds to thousands.
Tens of thousands, this is a necessary part of the ceremony. However, due to the special connection between Sontaya and the mountain father, the mountain people can inject the power of faith into Sontaya's soul, and then Sontaya will inject these beliefs into her soul.
Dedicate all your strength to the Mountain Father, and avoid joining the ceremony through this indirect method, and at the same time avoid sacrifice. However, this means that in the entire ceremony, there is only, only..."
When she said this, she hesitated for a long time, but could not say the cruel conclusion. At this time, the young man's voice came from the side, and calmly and coldly finished the next words for her: "Only Songtaya